Quick travel god stick demeanor

Xie Ange's gaze pierced through the thick clouds, and landed on the crystal-clear and beautiful stars like glass beads. The winding lines of fate broke through the barriers of the world and connected them.

Looking at the bizarre scenes thoughtfully.

A mother who seems weak and affectionate, a daughter who seems indifferent and cold, a man who seems vicious and fierce, a woman who seems weak and supportive...

There is a strange sense of contradiction between the outside and the inside.

All living beings have various forms.

Flowers bloom and fall, origin and disappear.All dharmas are born, only the mind is manifested.All cause and effect, the dust of the world, the body is formed by the heart. ①

The performance and appearance of various people in the world, some are from the original heart, some are not from the original heart, and some do not even know whether they are from the original heart.

All dharmas are produced and manifested from the mind.All causes and effects, ranging from the world to the smallest speck of dust, all form a physical form because of the original mind.

Therefore, cultivating the Buddha requires a clear understanding of the original mind.

A few months ago, Xie Ange casually gave the holding beads to a young man, but now he can only make do with using hanging beads instead of holding beads, chanting and counting.

One hundred and eight beads were touched one by one, and the scriptures were read out one by one. With Xie Ange's enlightenment and the bleak autumn wind, those troubles and obstacles disappeared without a trace.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

When Xie Ange used the experience of others to understand Buddhism, there was a new development in the villa.

Just as in gangster movies, it is always the police who arrive at the last moment, and the justice's little partner also arrives at the scene at the last moment.

This Lvyuan villa, hidden in the green mountains and green waters, was originally a place where the elders of the owner of the villa lived in seclusion after resigning from office, so it is a little far away from the most populated place.

But no matter how far away, the soaring flames reflected half of the sky red, and after such a long time, it also attracted people.

The sound of horseshoes sounded like thunder on the official road. A group of skilled archers wore armor, held the reins in their hands, stepped on the stirrups, and carried long, strong bows on their backs. The quiver hanging on the saddle was full of bows , the arrow is made of iron, and the cold light is shining.

This is a team of well-trained cavalry, led by a young man, wearing a white shirt, very conspicuous in the night, leaning forward slightly, riding in front of the horse.

"Drive! Drive!"

The young general in white robe had sharp eyes, and saw two figures standing in front of the villa in advance, and then gestured to the subordinates behind him, "Divide the troops and encircle them!"

The cavalrymen and the young general had a good understanding. Hearing this, the orderly team immediately ran to the front of the young general like a wild goose spreading its wings, and rushed towards the unknown enemy.

The thunder sounded from far to near, and Zhang Siying looked in the direction of the sound. With the light of the flame behind her, she vaguely saw a group of ferocious beasts charging here! !

She should have been afraid, but Zhang Siying found that she couldn't feel fear.

Maybe this kind of emotion began to disappear early in the father's death. The overwhelming blood, bright red and cold, annihilated the weak will.

I watched my mother cry bitterly in his friend's arms when my father's bones were still cold; I watched my uncle, who was kind and amiable in the past, showing disgust;

The girl who was originally full of edges and corners has not been polished off by the indifferent society. The edges and corners of her fangs and claws are the first to be softened bit by bit by the closest people with tears, pleadings, and soft words.

The redundant emotions, like being splashed with sulfuric acid, become beyond recognition.

Zhang Siying is like an outsider, criticizing herself harshly, exuding thoughts without fighting spirit at the critical moment of life and death.

How happy is life, and how sad is death?

The four-legged creature couldn't see its appearance clearly, and its speed was as fast as lightning. When it sprinted with all its strength, the distance of thousands of meters was shortened in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Siying gently grabbed Fu Rong's hand, like a female student on campus grabbing a friend's hand when going to the bathroom, let's go together!

Alone, so lonely.

Fu Rong couldn't help but glanced at her, a terrifying fire reflected in her calm eyes, and there was no emotion in her.

The two teams of fierce beasts that were divided into two, carrying wind and thunder, rushed past the two of them, the flying dust forced them to close their eyes, and before they could react, they quickly circled around and formed a tight encirclement. It is difficult for a fly to fly out of this cage.

Immediately, each cavalryman pointed a spear at Fu Rong and Zhang Siying like a forest of iron.

The young general in white robe fell from the vanguard to the last, and only started to tighten the reins in the last ten meters, controlling the horse to stop. The tall horse neighed long, with its front hooves raised high, easily surpassing Zhang Siying's altitude.

When the horse stopped and snorted, it was only a few meters away from Zhang Siying, and it almost ran into Zhang Siying.

Zhang Siying even smelled the breath coming out of the horse's mouth, and Furong, she stared blankly at the two connected hands, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

The scouts rushed to the gate of the villa, only to see that the tall gate collapsed and turned into a pile of red coals, the flames were connected into one piece, and there was no place to set foot.

Wood, masonry, human flesh...the smell of burning, black smoke, and dust floated out, and the scout choked and quickly covered his mouth.

The scout returned helplessly and reported what he had seen and heard to the young general.

"So, no one survived in Lvyuan Villa?" The young general in white robe frowned fiercely, speaking as if the people in the encirclement were not human.

The lieutenant general said: "In autumn Japan is dry, and the fire is too hot, and now it's midnight, most people are already asleep and can't escape, it's not surprising."

He clicked his tongue a few times and sighed: "I don't know who came up with the plan, it's such a ruthless and clever idea."

Is a general.

Zhang Siying saw this group of soldiers in armor and armed with guns, they were calm beyond ordinary people, like the Avalokitesvara statue in a nunnery without sorrow or joy.

The lieutenant quickly noticed her.

These people have fought on the battlefield, and they are full of murderous aura.Seeing them, some people were afraid, some flattered, some despised, but he had never seen such a calm woman like looking at a big tree.

Interesting, interesting!

With a strong pull, Fu Rong threw Zhang Siying behind her, brushed her somewhat disheveled temple hair, and said softly, "Masters, what's the point of coming to this deep mountain and wild forest in the middle of the night?"

The tail sound is long and charming, like a beautiful snake dragging its tail and winding forward, which is both dangerous and alluring.

Zhang Siying frowned and shook Fu Rong's hand, "Fu Rong!"

do you know what you are doing

Furong's expression remained unchanged, and she shouted in a very low voice: "Shut up! Don't talk!"

Hearing these whispered words, Zhang Siying felt complicated, and unknowingly let go of Fu Rong's hand, looking at the thin figure standing in front of her, something strange came out of her heart.

At this moment, Furong looked like the heroic goddess Athena.

Where have the cavalry seen such a stunner, just a single voice made their eyes straighten, even though they knew rationally that this was a mission, surrounded by the thick night and the collapsed villa, they still jumped into the garden The feeling in the middle is that a hundred flowers are in full bloom, delicate and charming, and ecstatic.

The young general in white robe looked cold and didn't understand the amorous feelings at all. He sat on the horseback, condescendingly, stretched out his bright moon gun and pointed at Fu Rong, asking forcefully, "Say! Who are you? What are you doing here?"②

"We are two weak girls, we have no strength to restrain a chicken, what else can we do here but run for our lives?" Fu Rong said slightly sarcastically.

The young general sneered, and raised Furong's pointed chin with the tip of the gun, slowly raising the angle as if provocatively, "When I was beheading generals and killing enemies at the border, I saw a lot of women like you."

Suddenly, he said coldly: "I warn you to tell the truth and don't play tricks, otherwise—" he showed a bloodthirsty smile just right, "I will send you into the military camp and become camp concubines."

Zhang Siying's face turned pale in an instant, and she pursed her lips tightly, as if in this way she could refuse bad luck.She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of the insult that destroys her dignity and pride.

Even if she didn't know what Ying Ji was, anyone who knew something about history would know about the so-called condolence system in Japan during World War II.

Even in a more civilized era, some people say that war makes women go away.

It is conceivable what it means to send women to military camps in this era of even more backward civilization.

Anyway, not to be a soldier.

Because they were holding hands, Fu Rong immediately felt a slippery chill, a bone-chilling chill, but she had no time to take care of it.

Slowly raising his head, he saw a young and handsome face with the familiar outline of Fu Rong, handsome and thick eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, and a pair of slightly flirtatious lips that were as thick as blood, but there was no such thing as the old days. A smile like the sun.

"Xiao Rong." Fu Rong murmured, her voice was low and unbelievable.

"What did you say?" The young general in white robe asked suspiciously.

"My family said that my family's name is Fu Rong, and everyone loves her on weekdays, and they also call her Xiao Rong."

The young general raised his eyebrows that were as sharp as blades, and turned the spear slightly, the silver rings hanging on both sides of the head of the moon gun collided with each other, making a cold sound.

He had an intuition that something was wrong with this person, but he didn't know what was wrong, like a trapped animal that couldn't find a way out, restless.

Xiaorong, that is to know about military affairs.

The ancients believed that the major affairs of the country, apart from sacrifices, were military affairs.In ancient times, aristocratic princes had both the right to rule the common people and the duty to defend their homes and the country, so they attached great importance to military affairs and liked to learn the art of war, martial arts, and royal skills.

This is the family's expectations and blessings for him-knowledge of military affairs, proficient in the art of war, high in martial arts, and skilled in bow and horse.

There are not many people who know his nickname and still like to call it, and there are only a few of them.

But no matter who these people are, they shouldn't be here.

The young general blinked, wanting to see the woman off the horse more clearly, and even more so to see the fog in front of him.

The author has something to say:

I was not satisfied with the previous version, so I changed it

I don't know if it's broken or not

① Excerpted from the Shurangama Sutra

②Mingyue Spear, Ancient Famous Spear

Cast of refined iron, painted with silver powder on the outside, the gun head is hollow like a bright moon piercing the sky, with silver rings hanging on both sides, there is a sound of breaking through the air when swinging it, and the silver rings collide with each other, which can disturb the enemy gods.